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50. Willy and Kate invited us for tea. To clear the air. June 2018. We walked over one late afternoon. I saw Megs eyes widen as we entered their front door, walked past their front sitting room, down their hallway, into their study. Wow, Meg said sev
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51. Our staff sensed the friction, read the press, and thus there was frequent bickering around the office. Sides were taken. Team Cambridge versus Team Sussex. Rivalry, jealousy, competing agendasit all poisoned the atmosphere. It didnt help that ev
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52. We didnt want to wait. We both wanted to start a family straightaway. We were working crazy hours, our jobs were demanding, the timing wasnt ideal, but too bad. This had always been our main priority. We worried about the stress of our daily live
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53. Meg and I went down to the beach in front of the castle. Chilly day, but the sun was bright. We stood on the rocks, looking out at the sea. Amid all the silky islands of seaweed we saw something. A head. A pair of soulful eyes. Look! Seal! The he
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54. Meg was late. We bought two home pregnancy tests, one for a backup, and she took them both into the bathroom at Nott Cott. I was lying on our bed, and while waiting for her to come outI fell asleep. When I woke, she was beside me. Whats happened?
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56. Days later the pregnancy was announced publicly. The papers reported that Meg was battling fatigue and dizzy spells and couldnt hold any food down, especially in the mornings, all of which was untrue. She was tired, but otherwise a dynamo. Indeed
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57. We arranged a second summit with Willy and Kate. This time on our turf. December 10, 2018. Early evening. We all gathered in our little front annex, and this time there was no small talk: Kate got things rolling straightaway by acknowledging that
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58. It kept on and on. One story after another. I thought at times of Mr. Marston ceaselessly ringing his insane bell. Who can ever forget the spate of front-page stories making Meg out to be singlehandedly responsible for the End Times? Specifically
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59. Wed rented a house in Oxfordshire. Just a place to get away now and then from the maelstrom, but also from Nott Cott, which was charming but too small. And falling down around our heads. It got so bad that one day I had to phone Granny. I told he
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60. I walked home from the office and found Meg sitting on the stairs. She was sobbing. Uncontrollably. My love, whats happened? I thought for sure wed lost the baby. I went to her on my knees. She choked out that she didnt want to do this anymore. D
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61. I woke to a text from Jason. Bad news. What is it now? The Mail on Sunday had printed the private letter Meg had written to her father. The letter that Granny and Pa urged her to write. February 2019. I was in bed, Meg was lying next to me, still
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62. Willy asked for a meeting. He wanted to talk about everything, the whole rolling catastrophe. Just him and me, he said. As it happened, Meg was out of town, visiting girlfriends, so his timing was perfect. I invited him over. An hour later he wal
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63. Soon after that day it was announced that the two royal households, Cambridge and Sussex, would no longer share an office. Wed no longer be working together in any capacity. The Fab Four finis. Reaction was about as expected. The public groaned,
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64. Meg and I moved our office into Buckingham Palace. We also moved into a new home. Frogmore was ready. We loved that place. From the first minute. It felt as if we were destined to live there. We couldnt wait to wake up in the morning, go for a lo
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65. Doria was staying with us, waiting for the baby to come. Neither she nor Meg ever strayed far. None of us did. We all just sat around waiting, going for the occasional walk, looking at the cows. When Meg was a week past her due date, the comms te
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